Barbie

We live in a world of fakeness, with poisioned minds; and plastic bodies; where we become so numb; that we no longer feel, You laugh; I smile; though I'm crying within, the plastic clones turn us into something we hate, They lead; we follow; with discouraged faces; we are the shadows of the plastic army, In the darkness there is light; the fakeness turns bright, Our hearts are whole, we are strong, for you and I are no longer a plastic doll, filled with fakeness and shallow like that Barbie.

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i would only change the last few lines, starting from "i are no longer plastic" heres how i think it would be better. no longer numbed, no longer a plastic army, unlike the head leader, barbie. (i came up with that on a dime, so if you have a problem with that, :(.

And because of you, the fakeness is sent away
you make everything real
anyone who reads this poem will realize you are right!
i know you say no one loves your poems but thats not true
i love them
a lot